Bled to death under very caused circumstances

On my Birthday, my 66th There were a row of scenes you led me

For my Chore I want 10 years going to be reflected

Saint makes a multitude of sins Single body being one of them

Stick around, stand out to uber privileged

You paid for that one and it is raining drops of Gold

I would leave the pain I had contained hidden Tiger

Woman who have Auras They want to be alone

Are you lonely here? I yelled out for my favorite Sister

Higher payment, lament Why don’t you just be kind so we all can be nice?